A writer is unfair to himself when he is unable to be hard on himself.

I, too, dislike it. Reading it, however, with a perfect contempt for it, one discovers in it, after all, a place for the genuine.

One writes because one has a burning desire to objectify what it is indispensable to one's happiness to express.

Beauty is everlasting And dust is for a time.

Impatience is the mark of independence, not of bondage.

If you will tell me why the fen appears impassable, I then will tell you why I think that I can cross it if I try.

One must be as clear as one's natural reticence allows one to be.